A River Runs Through It



The Little Pigeon River in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park is one of my favorite places, especially in the fall. It reminds me that I don’t have to be big to have an impact. I just have to persevere and be willing to adapt, at times being still. As a child, I spent many summers having a picnic on the big rocks, while being fascinated that it was the small, sometimes unnoticeable, jagged rocks that created the biggest ripples. That fact remains true today as an adult. 


Hidden Stories


Old barns are so plentiful here in the Midwest. I found this gem one day while hiking along the river and it screamed “Photo opportunity.” Now if I could hear the stories that were part of that truck’s life…